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Carrie started to make her way to school. This might have possibly been her favorite part of the day, just step after step of walking for forty-five minutes without having to worry about her mother or any of the other girls who picked on her at school. She could free her mind and pretend that she was normal like everyone else.

Soon, the school came into sight, and Carrie's free time had come to a stop. She sighed as she walked into the schoolyard, but was soon interrupted by a guy yanking her backpack off of her already soar shoulder.

"Catch!" The guy yelled out to his friend. The two of them threw it back and forth, like they were playing a game of catch with her backpack.

"Can you please give it back?" Carrie said, just loudly enough so they could hear her.

"Come and get it!" One of them shouted out. Carrie sighed, and waited for it to run its course.

"Come on, guys! Seriously?!" Someone shouted from behind her. It was Chris Hargensen. Chris Hargensen was a slim, in-shape girl, who had more of "hot" appearance than a "cute" or "beautiful" one. She had been infamous for her cruel jokes and/or pranks that she pulled on fellow schoolmates who she didn't like. She was the stereotypical popular, rich girl, since she was cheerleading captain and her boyfriend, Billy Nolan, was rather popular around school too. Her father was a moneymaking lawyer who did his best to make her happy.

Chris was the ringleader of people who ridiculed Carrie, and the main person who tormented her, so standing up for Carrie was a HUGE surprise for everyone. Normally, Chris would be expected to jump in the middle of their game and start throwing around the backpack with them.

"Are you guys in middle school, or something?!" Chris said, grabbing Carrie's backpack from one of the boys. By this point, everyone was looking at her. No one expected anything like this from her, of all people. Chris walked up to Carrie with her backpack.

"I'm so sorry about that." She said, holding out the backpack. Carrie looked up at her with shock. Maybe she was going to have a legitimate change of heart. The thought of that made Carrie smile a bit. She looked Chris in the eye, still smiling, and reached out to take her backpack.

However, right as she was about to take the backpack and say "Thank you, Chris. It means a lot." Chris pulled the backpack back and threw it in a puddle in the middle of the road, where a school bus ended up running it over.

"You see, boys?! THAT'S how it's done in high school!" Chris said out loud as everyone's expression of shock turned to laughter as they all joined in with Chris and started laughing at Carrie.

Carrie let out a sad sigh and walked up to her backpack, trying to hold back tears. She looked the backpack at her feet, now wet and dirty from the mud and squished down from being run over. She picked it up and opened it, walking back to the schoolyard. At first look, no major damaged was done to her books. Carrie let out a small sigh of relief, until she pulled out a crushed calculator and pencil pieces.

"Dude you got her calculator!" she heard someone scream out, followed by Chris's howling laughter.

With her shoulder still sore from what happened that morning and her crushed calculator in her hand, Carrie couldn't hold back anymore and let out two big tears. If only there was someone who wasn't like them, someone who wouldn't make fun of her and actually treat her like a human being, someone who would be her friend.


Andrew walked out of chemistry class, which was the last class of the morning before lunch. He walked through the hall, thinking about what his plans were for the rest of the day. Really the only thing he could think of doing was stay in his room with his door locked and play video games. That sounded pretty good to him. Andrew soon approached his locker, except there was a major problem: Wayne Jacobs was standing in front of it.

Wayne Jacobs had been pushing Andrew around and tormenting him since freshman year. He had a mother who was a caterer and a father who was ex-Navy Seals, so of course Wayne had been raised to be a hardass, like his father. Wayne was bigger than Andrew, both in height and strength, so he was able to shove Andrew around without Andrew being able to fight back. Also, since his father was ex-Navy Seal, everyone paid Wayne respect because of his father.

Wayne was casually standing in front of Andrew's locker with his football jersey on, while he was talking with one of his friends. Andrew approached Wayne.

"Wayne?" Andrew said, making Wayne turn his head. "Locker…" he added, pointing at the locker that was behind Wayne's back.

"Oh, Andrew, I'm super sorry about that." Wayne said in an apologetic voice. "Lemme help you out." Wayne then turned to stand in front of Andrew, with his back leaning against his locker. Wayne looked Andrew in the face with a "come at me look" while his friend chuckled.

"Come on, Wayne…" Andrew said with a sigh

"Come on, what? I've been standing here, and now you've come over here to bother me about your locker. What's your problem?" Wayne then grabbed Andrew and put him in a headlock. "What's your problem, man? What's your problem?"

"Yeah, you got a problem?" Wayne's friend said.

"I think he's got a problem!" Wayne said as he started to smack Andrew in the face while he and his friend both laughed.

"Okay, okay, okay," Andrew repeated, "I got it."

"Oh, you got it?" Wayne tightened the chokehold and gave Andrew a hard slap, "You got it?"

"I got it!" Andrew said raising his voice a bit.

"Good." Wayne let go of Andrew and pushed him away. "Now don't bother me about something stupid like that again, understood?"

"Yeah, whatever man." Andrew said as he walked away. "What a jackass." He said to himself.

Andrew looked up at the clock and scowled when he saw that he burned ten minutes from the ordeal with Wayne and his moronic friend.

As he walked to get his lunch, he wondered, what's it like to be able to stand up for yourself? What's it like to have someone to stand up for? What's it like to just have someone?


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